My Body Is Breeding Ground

 

My body at times can feel like breeding ground for doubt,

 

My body is breeding ground for doubt,

sometimes

calling me impossible that my knees don't bend forwards. 

Learning to love body parts, 

 

asking my elbows to bend backwards, 

my knees to snap forwards, 

my feet to point sideways, 

often asking so much of me for the impossible. 

There are days I am trying though, 

to learn to love my body like ocean, 

infinite, 

unknown, 

full. 

Sometimes, 

spilling over and destructive, 

coast to coast, 

and with depth, 

so much not known with oil and trash and human, 

so much human, 

and not always the best parts of us. 

But still learning. 

 

Words by Kenta Thomas

Image by Kamalky Laureano